the growling behind me
the snarling breath
on my neck
the jagged piercing
of a jaw full of fangs
the heated adrenaline
coursing through my veins
the beast who knew me
when I took my first breath
the beast who lingers
by my side until death
the tidal waves of rage
the words exploding
with shrapnel
the boiling blood
within this furnace
the stabbing glares
in their hateful pureness
the beast who knows me
in the darkness and deed
the beast who follows
until it chooses to lead
the vengeful thirst
the bottomless well
to drink from
the constant wound
wailing in the night
the sleepless phantoms
rising from the blight
the beast who'll know me
the taste of my blood and soul
the beast who's with me
even when the moon's not full
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